Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SlotH , by - Da$h. Release date: 12.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
SlotH |
| When I’m dead and gone |
| I bet you I’m the realist nigga in that cemetery |
| Rather rap off a obituary, get you buried |
| Smoke the blunts that’s of preliminary, weed is hairy |
| Fucking on a bitch you marry, look like Jimmy Carey |
| Masked up for that fast buck, guess who |
| The human cesspool, skydive in a wetsuit |
| Dance with my demons with two left shoes |
| The vehicle resemble pet food (faggot, pussy) |
| I’m Jesse James in some J’s and a 'Lo bucket |
| The flow I mustered keep hoes running |
| Mac 1−0 busting, sound like war drumming |
| Foes ducking, mugging, say I’m bugging |
| Controlled substance, roll with the punches |
| I’m lunching in Beelzebub’s bathtub |
| Mad drugs, sold the Adderall to the math club |
| Get dough, sold the Ecstasy to the freak hoes |
| Then I hit the park and lost it all in a cee-lo |
| I said fuck it, stuck the game up after |
| About my collections like a pastor, my mental is NASA |
| Eighth letter global nigga, ain’t nothing after |
| You say this is your page, faggot I’m burning the chapter |
| You know my eyes wide shut for whatever going on around me |
| Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out, feeling rowdy |
| Ready to wet the party up and whoever in that motherfucker |
| Word to mother, there won’t be another, nah |
| Word to mother, there won’t be another |
| Ready to wet the party up and whoever in that motherfucker |
| Word to mother, there won’t be another, nah |
| Word to mother, there won’t be another |